Chapter 102 The Lone Traveler Alliance! The Blood Demon Race! Demonic Smite - A Multitude of Demons Dance!

In the Immortal-Demon Tribe.

Xiao Mo was scrolling through the messages in the [World Chat Channel], his gaze momentarily blank, a brief void appearing in his mind.

Giving up the Lord status could trigger the new profession [Lone Wanderer]!

Could this thing be operated so cleverly?

At the same time, countless Lords were also dumbfounded.

Wasn't the main quest of this world "game" about the war of territorial forces and the competition for supremacy among myriad races?

The territorial Lords should be the protagonists, so why did they introduce something like Lone Wanderers?

As more and more Lords transferred to become Lone Wanderers, the Lone Wanderer Alliance naturally emerged.

This alliance then claimed in the [World Chat Channel] that if territorial forces needed their help in the future, they could hire them by spending sufficient resources.

It was clear that they had a tendency to develop this alliance into a mercenary alliance.

Although Xiao Mo found this situation somewhat amusing, he also lamented the harshness of this world.

It was precisely this pressure of harshness that forced these Lords to transfer and seek alternative paths, thus finding a glimmer of hope for survival.

If they had sufficient strength, who would want to live a life of wandering with no fixed abode and feasting on the wind and dew?

However, this was also a good thing for the remaining Lords.

With a large number of Lords transferring to become Lone Wanderers, there would be fewer people competing for resources with the remaining Lords.

With the elimination of this group of weaker Lords, other Lords could grow and develop more rapidly.

In the long run, this was very beneficial for territorial forces.

"Territorial forces, Lone Wanderer Alliance, demonic beasts and alien species, native forces..."

"This world has now roughly developed into four major forces, becoming more and more exciting!"

Xiao Mo stood on the pavilion, tapping his fingers on the railing, a strange smile playing on his lips as he muttered to himself.

This world would ultimately be controlled by only a few people.

As time slowly passed, with territorial forces clearing out demonic beasts and alien species and native forces, those standing at the pinnacle of the world would ultimately be the territorial forces.

As for the Lone Wanderer Alliance, it would not be able to make much of a splash.

Perhaps, with the increasing pressure of the harsh environment in the future, the Lone Wanderer Alliance would grow stronger and stronger.

However, Lone Wanderers would always remain Lone Wanderers, and facing the increasingly powerful territorial forces, they could only become subordinates of the territorial forces.

The ultimate destiny of the Primordial Continent still depended on the struggle between territorial forces and native forces.

Then, Xiao Mo's gaze fell back to that announcement.

Only forty minutes remained until the beast tide attacked.

Forty minutes, which was about the time it took to eat a meal, would pass quickly.

"积分排行榜!"

"Only the top one hundred will receive rewards, and only the first place will receive that unique special benefit!"

"This competitive mechanism is truly cruelly outrageous!"

Choosing one hundred people out of billions, the probability of winning this kind of astronomical lottery was much, much smaller!

As for that unique special benefit, it was supreme!

From this, it could be seen that those Lords who possessed advanced top-tier troops would truly fight with all their might this time.

Even Xiao Mo was no exception, because his goal was that supreme one!

After closing the [World Chat Channel], Xiao Mo remembered the little brat in the Ten Thousand Mountains.

He immediately sent a message to Dou Xiaodou to inquire about the territory's defense situation.

The answer he received was that the territory was safe and he didn't need to worry.

Xiao Mo also felt that worrying about this little brat, who was a reincarnation of an Emperor of Luck, was somewhat superfluous.

With the current strength of Dou Xiaodou's [Gnome Home], although it was not as good as his Immortal-Demon Tribe, it was not inferior to those top Lords.

There were as many as three defensive buildings. The outermost was a low-level wall, the inner circumference was a medium-level wall, and there were several medium-level city defense crossbows.

Even Xiao Mo marveled at this defensive capability.

Furthermore, the little brat had a Rank 10 mid-grade King-level Gnome powerhouse, Tyrenus, under his command, along with a legion of two hundred well-equipped Gnome warriors.

With such strength, they could achieve great victories by attacking some native forces, so how could they be broken by an initial beast tide?

Most importantly, this little brat was the bastard son of the Goddess of Fortune.

Xiao Mo firmly believed that even if the little brat truly encountered any danger, with his powerful fortune, he could turn the danger into safety.

Knowing that there were no major issues on the little brat's side, Xiao Mo began to consider his own territory's defense.

With a thought, he contacted Xian Meng'er and learned that the Immortal-Demon Team was attacking the Blood Demon Tribe.

Xiao Mo had no choice but to tell Xian Meng'er to finish quickly and prepare to return to defend the territory.

Then, he had Xian Qing'er use immortal arts to communicate with the Great Elder of the underground dwarves, ordering them to cooperate in defending the territory.

The dwarf tribe had become a troop under his command, and by deploying the dwarf legions, they could enhance the defensive strength of the Immortal-Demon Tribe to a certain extent.

...

At the same time.

In a valley not far from the underground dwarf tribe.

The battle between the Immortal-Demon Team and the Blood Demons had entered a white-hot stage.

The Blood Demons were also a race of moderately intelligent creatures, and their original strength was not bad.

However, in the dwarf tribe, the Immortal-Demon Team had directly annihilated more than a hundred elite Blood Demons and four commander-level Blood Demons.

This directly led to a sharp decline in the combat power of the Blood Demons, and their overall strength plummeted.

Even so, among the remaining less than seven hundred Blood Demons, there were still two hundred elite Blood Demons and five commander-level Blood Demons, and a leader-level Blood Demon Chief.

"Blood Demon Warriors! Kill!"

"Drive these creatures from another world out of our territory!"

The Blood Demon Chief raised his strangely shaped hook-like weapon and shouted, commanding the Blood Demons to charge.

His strength was at the peak of Rank 9, only half a step away from entering Rank 10 low-grade, reaching the King level.

Hearing the Chief's roar, all the Blood Demons immediately launched their charge.

Among them were even Blood Demon children who looked tender.

However, this was not surprising.

The Blood Demon race was born for combat and slaughter.

Even Blood Demon children, from the moment they could walk, had learned various combat skills.

"Evil and ugly race!"

"Not only do you not surrender, but you dare to fight back against us!"

"In the name of my Lord, I sentence you to annihilation! Your filthy souls shall sink into the Nine Netherworlds for eternity!"

Mo Jingjing stood in the air, her demon sword having been replaced by the Demon Soul True Spear.

The pitch-black long spear was raised, and the tip of the spear flickered with a chilling dark light.

"Demon's Punish—Dance of the Demons!"

As the last cold voice fell, Mo Jingjing's figure disappeared from her original position.

The next moment, dense and sharp spear shadows appeared among the Blood Demons.

Each spear shadow would harvest the life of a Blood Demon.

Whether they were ordinary Blood Demons, elite Blood Demons, or even commander-level Blood Demons, they were all unable to evade such a powerful combat technique. Those who were hit would surely die!

The spear shadows in the Blood Demon horde, accompanied by streaks of blood, gradually formed a strange picture.

At first glance, it was as if a group of demonesses were twisting their bodies, performing dazzling dance moves.